For a while, the only thing that Aloy focuses on is undoing her armor and what remained of Zero's own, ignoring the question. Mingled with the harsh sound of their breathing is the clatter of armor and creak of leather, the rustling of cloth as it flutters to the ground below.
Aloy pulls back long enough to admire the sight of Zero, her skin flushed red, marred with blossoming bruises and the greedy imprint of her teeth, her nipples puffy, swollen and wet with saliva and milk. It's... intoxicating, she thinks, and she says the first thing that comes to mind, too excited to be sheepish.
"Nothing's gotten into me — just decided to stop beating around the bush. Wasn't working out." She bunches Zero's clothing up around her waist, lifting her easily as she kneels, throwing her legs over her shoulders. She speaks up again, almost amused. "Is that threat about not screwing anything still in effect? 'Cause I've got some ideas."
She's not fully conscious of what the endgame here is, somehow- her body moves faster than she thinks, caught in the frenzy, some insatiable itchy burning across her skin satisfied only by constant movement and friction. Zero doesn't realize just how all-consuming this sensation is until Aloy pulls away; it's like the onset of some severe allergy, more incessant but not totally miserable.
She is never as conscious of Aloy's gaze as she is now. Zero turns her head, somehow able to even in the face of her desire for friction. This is perhaps, the truest testament to her shyness (in some way it feels good to know she's still capable of it).
"You made this shit harder for yourself by being a pussy. I already had your stupid baby, you don't need to build a case for it.."
Normally, this commentary would make her withdraw. She's always a little sensitive to Zero's bluntness, despite her best efforts, though this time it's met with a raised eyebrow. This time, she takes in Zero's body language, the way she refuses to make eye contact, and a thought occurs to her.
"Is that so? So that's it?" Her hand works up Zero's thigh, impatient and eager both, toying with her without her fingers slipping inside. "You want me to, what? Just bend you over whenever I feel like it?" It's a question she doesn't wait for an answer for before she demands, "Look at me."
Even embarrassment and shame cannot rival or win against Zero's anger. The guiding force that it is makes her head snap in Aloy's direction, all of her very clearly caught between two extremes. She tries to pretend she has no idea what Aloy's hand is doing.
"Look who's feeling brave now!" Her eyes sting, some unseen powder sticking to her eyelashes and making every movement heavier than the last. It makes it more difficult to focus, which only serves to irritate her more- all she wanted was to be properly angry, and instead she finds herself torn between variously infuriating distractions.
"Fine, you have my fucking attention. What do you want to hear Aloy?" Very rarely does she say her name. A Zero sort of habit that seemed to extend further than Mikhail (she is still too afraid of loss). She'd noticed it was an especially powerful thing, even though she never consciously intended it to be.
"That your beating around the bush got us lost and gave you blue balls?" She hasn't fully caught on to the fact that this may be something effecting her as well. There is a part of her that they have never truly discussed (and part of her is afraid to ask if Aloy already knows) that craves physical intimacy incessantly and also despises it. Some days it felt as necessary as a balm or medicine.
So she always exists in this state, to some degree.
"If you need things ask for them, Aloy. Otherwise we end up like this- milking me in the goddamn woods."
Zero saying her name makes her startle, her hands tensing. Then she's frustrated all over again, her own emotions a tumult. She laughs hoarsely, her gaze not breaking from Zero's even as she slides her fingers inside of her.
"That's interesting," she breathes out, still calm, "because I can't have been the only one with blue balls, with the state you're in." Her thrusts start off slow, careful — it's been a while. Too long. And part of her is drunk on the feeling of Zero's undivided attention, wants to bring out more of it. "You're already this wet."
Her heart is beating so hard that she can hear it in her head, feel it in the back of her throat. It's an adrenaline rush akin to what she feels during a battle — that odd mixture of heat and exhilaration mingled with danger. Not an unusual feeling, but not one she usually feels so strongly, especially not during sex.
It's not a thought she lingers on for long. She presses herself against Zero instead, trapping her hand between them and driving her fingers deeper. "You're a hypocrite, Zero." She gasps the words out, burying her face into the crook of Zero's neck. "You don't tell me what you need, either."
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The gasp Zero releases is quiet and sharp, but her mouth parts wide— jaw flung open as if she's been knifed in the side. It is sudden, and it is not enough.
Their equally half-dressed states only add to her frustration. What remains of their armor and clothes is too heavy and almost itchy, depriving her skin of the silky heat of Aloy's skin, which feels like the only possible balm for the way all of her feels (like some kind of invisible, irritation rash has been peppered over her body).
Zero groans and presses her head back against the tree she's been backed into. Her thighs press against Aloy's hand, locking them together like some horny latch and key.
"Shut up—" Aloy's goading only adds to her frustration; she can hardly focus on a comeback in between it all. "It's different- I'm not an attention whore like you. It's cute actually.. the thought of you pouting because you wanted to fuck me so bad."
"Oh, it's different?" Zero's annoyance seems to energize her, making her eyes overbright and her grin sharp. "Big talk, for someone squirming all over my hand. And what if I did, huh?" The rhythm of her thrusts picks up, and she puts her weight into it now, doing her best to ignore the crawling, desperate feeling rolling over her to focus on Zero’s reactions and the slickness between her legs, coating her fingers now.
"Is that so strange, to want the mother of my child?" It takes some work, with how tightly her hand is squeezed between Zero's thighs, but her thumb moves over her clit, finding a pattern between strokes of her fingers. "Especially when you've been hiding from me for months— you think I haven't noticed?"
The sounds she makes are more erratic, unsteady with how Aloy teases her. It's almost painful to want like this and not be fully soothed. However, all of that does not stop Zero from glowering in embarrassment. Zero throws her hands back against the trunk of the tree to steady herself, unintentionally making herself more vulnerable in the process.
"Don't say it like that—" it is strange to be claimed like this, especially by Aloy who sometimes felt like an island even now after everything. But it is not unpleasant.
Zero has to dig the heels of her boots into the lush ground to maintain her balance.
"I knew you noticed, stupid. I just.. didn't know it mattered." For a variety of reasons: the first being her singular and all consuming focus on their child, whose existence filled her with love and fear in equal amounts. The secondary reasons being how she had changed: baby weight that had not left her and might not ever, the stretch marks and disastrous effects of breastfeeding. She'd felt far away from her body until Aloy's hands came to remind her that she was still very much inside of it.
The contrast between the way Zero pushes herself into Aloy's hands and what she says— all her insecurities on display— surprises her. She'd had an inkling of this, given Zero's reticence when it came to even being seen in a state of undress, but she didn't guess that she'd seemed indifferent to it.
"Why not? You are." She shifts up to kiss Zero, tender despite the roughness of her hand between Zero's thighs. She slows down a fraction, so that her words won't be misunderstood. "And of course it matters." She smiles. "You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She debates something, slowing her pace as she does until they've stopped. Her fingers, still deep in Zero, curl slightly.
"I have something for you," she murmurs, "A surprise."
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In the most literal sense they are a family. Logically, she knows this- a mom, a 'dad' and a baby in a place where a family's legitimacy was not decided by the presence of a man. But somehow and for some reason it's difficult for her to connect the dots in her brain: she is wanted and needed, by not just their child, but Aloy as well.
Her moods and unspoken insecurities caused ripples in the lives of two other people- because they cared, because they needed her.
Aloy's kiss is slow-paced and sweet, and Zero strains to pull something more from her, tugging on her lip with her teeth in hopes of keeping Aloy from pulling away for as long as possible. When she does pull away Zero shudders, every curve of Aloy's fingers making it hard to stay still. Though she does manage this:
"Gross." She's embarrassed, unsure exactly what to do with romance in the middle of something so heated and animalistic. She pushes forward some, forcing Aloy to hold more of her weight. Her ankles tangle around Aloy's feet, hands wrapped around her back so that she can press against her. Zero creates friction any way she can on visible skin; they are cheek to cheek practically.
"Another surprise? You haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?"
Zero's embarrassment makes Aloy brighten, the pollen mingling with her own delight and making her feel giddy. Their closeness adds to the heady feeling— their bodies still joined has her reluctant to move, and the friction Zero creates makes her shiver.
"I think you'll like this one. We'll ah, have to move from this tree for it." She makes no move to do so herself initially, then pulls back with begrudging slowness, her fingers slipping out of Zero. A heartbeat later and she's picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around her waist.
"It's something we've talked about," she says, as she leads them to their bedrolls.
She doesn't come to until Aloy has pulled out. Her dissatisfaction is obvious, she has to look around frantically to figure out what's happening— still so in a daze from the pollen and Aloy's hand. Her legs wrap around Aloy instinctively. She is wet through her underwear and clothes.
"You'll have to narrow it down. There's at least four books worth of planned horny fantasies at this point." She says, tone flat (she's only being a little hyperbolic, they'd been worse than rabbits prior to Zero getting sick).
"we've already done missionary in the middle of the woods." She looks confused and annoyed when Aloy sets her down. "A few times, actually. It's fine, but it's not really special."
Aloy hmms in response, acknowledging Zero's comment without answering. She raises an eyebrow at the crack about missionary, turning away from Zero after getting her settled on the bedding.
"I've been planning this trip for months," she answers finally, sifting through her things. This particular pack had been left unmolested by Zero's earlier rifling through, and she's grateful for it. "Give me some credit— honestly. Missionary in the middle of the woods..." The last of this is mumbled in subdued annoyance without any true bite to it.
She has to shuck off her trousers and underwear, and it's a relief— the humid air feeling cool against her flushed and overheated skin. What becomes apparent as she turns around is that she's attaching a harness to her hips, and what she's holding in one hand is a device, phallic-shaped and slightly ridged, sleeker than the other inventions Aloy's come up with during her adventures. She breathes out in a whoosh, then attaches the toy to the harness. There's a shaky breath as it clicks into place, symmetrical lines along it glowing a gentle Focus-blue and iridescent gold. She breathes out carefully— the phallus is semi-erect, which is interesting, and she's a little flushed, which is moreso.
"I had to, um," another breath, "research this. APOLLO helped. The Zenith tech got me a ways too. I could've asked GAIA or Beta for help, but it's, uh. Kind of awkward, and I've tested it on... myself." Her flush deepens, from embarrassment this time. "Took a lot of trial and error. Either it was too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, and I had to think about how it would affect my nerves, and..."
Zero finds her outrage.. cute, almost. But she would not dare to say it outloud, at least not in a way that was true to how she actually felt. It was disgusting.
She fixates lazily on Aloy undressing, it soothes her and temporarily distracts her from the uncomfortable warmth blooming under her skin. It's like that painful, dull itch that warns of a sunburn. Instinctively, she leans back when Aloy swings that thing around in her direction.
She half listens, gaze comically torn between her face and Aloy's techno dick. Eventually, she springs to life again and seems to find it in her to close her jaw. Zero crawls forward on her knees muttering to herself.
"You said you tested it-" Her finger just barely touches the tip, hand pulling back the second it responds. Suddenly, she lifts off the ground just slightly- only enough to fully push down the top of her tunic. All the fabric bunches up around her waist when she sits on her knees again. The fabric of her half-off clothes scrunches around her, and Zero looks up at Aloy with a new kind of hunger. There is nothing sharp or gleeful in her gaze as one might expect from Zero. Her eyes don't leave Aloy's face and she moves naturally despite this being the grand unveiling.
Zero leans forward and grasps the tool softly. It leans against her breasts as her hand moves up and down its length.
She's about to get into the schematics, her failed experiments, but Zero's intent and focused look gives her pause. She trails off to watch her advance in her unhurried and confident way, making a slight noise when she touches the tip, then sighing out unsteadily when she begins to stroke its length.
"I, um..." It had been one thing to do this herself: hurried and analytical, in secret and under the cover of night. It was something else entirely for Zero to be doing it, surrounded by the softness and warmth of her. She bites down the desire to stammer. "At first I tried it... unattached. I had to be sure it wouldn't hurt you, test the responsiveness, ah-" She swallows, unable to pull her eyes away. "You know, trial and error..."
She leans back some, bracing herself with her hand.
What surprises Zero the most is that it's warm to the touch, feels almost like skin despite its sleek look. It's not all that different from the robotic arm stroking it she supposes— the synthetic material of her hand felt as soft and warm as the flesh and blood one she'd lost long ago. It felt just as much too, even despite the risks that came along with such a thing.
"So you jerked off." She breaks down all of Aloy's scientific research and health and safety inspections into a singular act. Zero lets go and the strap falls onto her chest. She lays her hands on either side of her breasts and pushes them up and they shift to cradle it between her cleavage. They are still just a bit damp with milk.
"Not just once but a few times, yeah?" Zero puckers her lips and lets the saliva well up in her mouth, it spills slowly along the top of the strap, dripping down its length for added lubrication. Her hands move her breasts up and down its shaft— the pocket they create is as soft as it is firm.
"What did you think about?" Her eyes do not leave Aloy's face.
In the process of creating this device, Aloy had mentally prepared a list of responses to questions she thought Zero might ask. The Old Ones called it a FAQ — a set of answers to common inquiries. None of her drilling had prepared her for this particular question, in this particular context. Nor is she prepared for Zero's lack of apprehension — though she supposes that much, she should have accounted for.
The strap's sensitive, connected to her nervous system in the way the Zenith's nanotech created their protective suits and opulent, alien architecture. Simulacra tech, rigged to the Focus to monitor her vitals and spikes in hormones. The gold lines along the shaft shimmer and undulate in response to stimulation, working as blood might to make a human phallus engorge and harden. Aloy gasps, squirming at it despite being relatively accustomed by now. It's the heat and the air and Zero's closeness that do it, she thinks, or tries to think. She's understandably distracted by what Zero is doing, caught in a quantum state of fascination and bashfulness. The latter fades as Zero squeezes her length between her breasts and begins to move. The cock twitches, cradled in heat and dampness and Aloy gasps loudly in response, her head tilting back instinctively. Her hips rock forward into the motion, and she has just enough sense to notice how Zero's skin shimmers from saliva and residual milk. This, understandably, makes her focus worse.
"Ah-y... yeah, that's, mm, that's um, one way to put it." Somehow the next question embarrasses her a little, despite the situation. It takes her a moment to say anything.
"I... I thought of you." She begins, swallowing visibily. That alone wouldn't be enough, she knows from the heaviness of Zero's gaze on her, and the pollen unknowingly helps her along, loosening her tongue. "I thought of you riding me, or taking you from behind—" Her hands clench into white-knuckled fists, and she leans back in order to angle her hips so that she can get more friction.
The tech mumbo jumbo she doesn't care about. Her mind is elsewhere, consumed by the long term focus and discipline involved in the act of dreaming up and executing such a convoluted plan all in the name of pleasuring Zero. It brings out something in Zero that is uncharacteristically docile, just as much as it is passionate and ravenous.
Her hands maneuver faster, increasing the warm friction that surrounds Aloy's cock.
"So? Does this thing work like a normal dick? How long before you come all over my tits?"
She leans down, shaking her head to pull back her hair since her hands are occupied. Zero licks the very tip of it with her tongue, a shudder following when she feels it twitch against her mouth. She does this again and again, long strokes around it's rounded head, as if trying to get to the center of something sweet and hard.
"More... more or less," she manages breathlessly, her hips rolling forward, trying to keep to the rhythm that Zero's set. She had prepared for this, or at least, she thought she had during the development of the toy. This was a million times more intense. It's hard to focus on answering the questions, or anything at all when Zero is all over her like this. Her eyelashes flutter; she bites her lower lip. Liquid beads at the tip of her cock, a clear lubricant, and her toes curl when Zero runs her tongue over the sensitive and swollen head. It's so warm here — in the tent, humid and sticky, and the air smells so sweet. There's pollen sticking to her eyelashes, narrowing her eyes to slits. She can see glimmering motes of it in Zero's hair as her head bobs. Zero's mouth is hot and wonderfully wet, and she isn't sure if she wants more or if she wants her to slow down. She manages a laugh. "And not long, ah— Zero..."
How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
Practice, mostly. But it helps that Aloy's squirming is as arousing as it is amusing. Her eyes don't drift down once, not even when Aloy finally touches her. The feeling of her fingers makes Zero sigh, mouth still so close to Aloy.
"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
Zero's sigh reverberates along her skin, and Aloy shudders, her hand tightening in her hair. There's a pressure building in her, one familiar enough from her own experiments, but it seems magnified in this hazy space. Alone with Zero, well and truly, after months of waiting.
The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
She is so enraptured by the lead up that what follows catches her off guard. It is disgustingly euphoric she realizes, to know that Aloy had concocted this device for her pleasure but also in the name of claiming her in this way. Zero licks her lips, tasting and swallowing whatever she can. She looks down at her chest as almost an after thought, but then she moves again, leaning forward to kiss Aloy in a way that could almost be describe as sweet.
She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
She returns Zero's kiss just as gently, pulling her a little closer. Aloy grins, still breathless and recovering from the aftershocks.
"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
She half listens, only really registering Aloy's bashful pride over her invention. Zero licks her lips, mouth suddenly so dry- the humidity, maybe, she was sweating more than usual. What remains of her clothing sticks to her skin and just makes her warmer.
Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
"Oh," Aloy says, and then, a little flustered: "Right! Of course..."
She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
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Aloy pulls back long enough to admire the sight of Zero, her skin flushed red, marred with blossoming bruises and the greedy imprint of her teeth, her nipples puffy, swollen and wet with saliva and milk. It's... intoxicating, she thinks, and she says the first thing that comes to mind, too excited to be sheepish.
"Nothing's gotten into me — just decided to stop beating around the bush. Wasn't working out." She bunches Zero's clothing up around her waist, lifting her easily as she kneels, throwing her legs over her shoulders. She speaks up again, almost amused. "Is that threat about not screwing anything still in effect? 'Cause I've got some ideas."
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She is never as conscious of Aloy's gaze as she is now. Zero turns her head, somehow able to even in the face of her desire for friction. This is perhaps, the truest testament to her shyness (in some way it feels good to know she's still capable of it).
"You made this shit harder for yourself by being a pussy. I already had your stupid baby, you don't need to build a case for it.."
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"Is that so? So that's it?" Her hand works up Zero's thigh, impatient and eager both, toying with her without her fingers slipping inside. "You want me to, what? Just bend you over whenever I feel like it?" It's a question she doesn't wait for an answer for before she demands, "Look at me."
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"Look who's feeling brave now!" Her eyes sting, some unseen powder sticking to her eyelashes and making every movement heavier than the last. It makes it more difficult to focus, which only serves to irritate her more- all she wanted was to be properly angry, and instead she finds herself torn between variously infuriating distractions.
"Fine, you have my fucking attention. What do you want to hear Aloy?" Very rarely does she say her name. A Zero sort of habit that seemed to extend further than Mikhail (she is still too afraid of loss). She'd noticed it was an especially powerful thing, even though she never consciously intended it to be.
"That your beating around the bush got us lost and gave you blue balls?" She hasn't fully caught on to the fact that this may be something effecting her as well. There is a part of her that they have never truly discussed (and part of her is afraid to ask if Aloy already knows) that craves physical intimacy incessantly and also despises it. Some days it felt as necessary as a balm or medicine.
So she always exists in this state, to some degree.
"If you need things ask for them, Aloy. Otherwise we end up like this- milking me in the goddamn woods."
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"That's interesting," she breathes out, still calm, "because I can't have been the only one with blue balls, with the state you're in." Her thrusts start off slow, careful — it's been a while. Too long. And part of her is drunk on the feeling of Zero's undivided attention, wants to bring out more of it. "You're already this wet."
Her heart is beating so hard that she can hear it in her head, feel it in the back of her throat. It's an adrenaline rush akin to what she feels during a battle — that odd mixture of heat and exhilaration mingled with danger. Not an unusual feeling, but not one she usually feels so strongly, especially not during sex.
It's not a thought she lingers on for long. She presses herself against Zero instead, trapping her hand between them and driving her fingers deeper. "You're a hypocrite, Zero." She gasps the words out, burying her face into the crook of Zero's neck. "You don't tell me what you need, either."
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The gasp Zero releases is quiet and sharp, but her mouth parts wide— jaw flung open as if she's been knifed in the side. It is sudden, and it is not enough.
Their equally half-dressed states only add to her frustration. What remains of their armor and clothes is too heavy and almost itchy, depriving her skin of the silky heat of Aloy's skin, which feels like the only possible balm for the way all of her feels (like some kind of invisible, irritation rash has been peppered over her body).
Zero groans and presses her head back against the tree she's been backed into. Her thighs press against Aloy's hand, locking them together like some horny latch and key.
"Shut up—" Aloy's goading only adds to her frustration; she can hardly focus on a comeback in between it all. "It's different- I'm not an attention whore like you. It's cute actually.. the thought of you pouting because you wanted to fuck me so bad."
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"Is that so strange, to want the mother of my child?" It takes some work, with how tightly her hand is squeezed between Zero's thighs, but her thumb moves over her clit, finding a pattern between strokes of her fingers. "Especially when you've been hiding from me for months— you think I haven't noticed?"
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"Don't say it like that—" it is strange to be claimed like this, especially by Aloy who sometimes felt like an island even now after everything. But it is not unpleasant.
Zero has to dig the heels of her boots into the lush ground to maintain her balance.
"I knew you noticed, stupid. I just.. didn't know it mattered." For a variety of reasons: the first being her singular and all consuming focus on their child, whose existence filled her with love and fear in equal amounts. The secondary reasons being how she had changed: baby weight that had not left her and might not ever, the stretch marks and disastrous effects of breastfeeding. She'd felt far away from her body until Aloy's hands came to remind her that she was still very much inside of it.
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"Why not? You are." She shifts up to kiss Zero, tender despite the roughness of her hand between Zero's thighs. She slows down a fraction, so that her words won't be misunderstood. "And of course it matters." She smiles. "You're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
She debates something, slowing her pace as she does until they've stopped. Her fingers, still deep in Zero, curl slightly.
"I have something for you," she murmurs, "A surprise."
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Her moods and unspoken insecurities caused ripples in the lives of two other people- because they cared, because they needed her.
Aloy's kiss is slow-paced and sweet, and Zero strains to pull something more from her, tugging on her lip with her teeth in hopes of keeping Aloy from pulling away for as long as possible. When she does pull away Zero shudders, every curve of Aloy's fingers making it hard to stay still. Though she does manage this:
"Gross." She's embarrassed, unsure exactly what to do with romance in the middle of something so heated and animalistic. She pushes forward some, forcing Aloy to hold more of her weight. Her ankles tangle around Aloy's feet, hands wrapped around her back so that she can press against her. Zero creates friction any way she can on visible skin; they are cheek to cheek practically.
"Another surprise? You haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?"
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"I think you'll like this one. We'll ah, have to move from this tree for it." She makes no move to do so herself initially, then pulls back with begrudging slowness, her fingers slipping out of Zero. A heartbeat later and she's picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around her waist.
"It's something we've talked about," she says, as she leads them to their bedrolls.
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"You'll have to narrow it down. There's at least four books worth of planned horny fantasies at this point." She says, tone flat (she's only being a little hyperbolic, they'd been worse than rabbits prior to Zero getting sick).
"we've already done missionary in the middle of the woods." She looks confused and annoyed when Aloy sets her down. "A few times, actually. It's fine, but it's not really special."
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"I've been planning this trip for months," she answers finally, sifting through her things. This particular pack had been left unmolested by Zero's earlier rifling through, and she's grateful for it. "Give me some credit— honestly. Missionary in the middle of the woods..." The last of this is mumbled in subdued annoyance without any true bite to it.
She has to shuck off her trousers and underwear, and it's a relief— the humid air feeling cool against her flushed and overheated skin. What becomes apparent as she turns around is that she's attaching a harness to her hips, and what she's holding in one hand is a device, phallic-shaped and slightly ridged, sleeker than the other inventions Aloy's come up with during her adventures. She breathes out in a whoosh, then attaches the toy to the harness. There's a shaky breath as it clicks into place, symmetrical lines along it glowing a gentle Focus-blue and iridescent gold. She breathes out carefully— the phallus is semi-erect, which is interesting, and she's a little flushed, which is moreso.
"I had to, um," another breath, "research this. APOLLO helped. The Zenith tech got me a ways too. I could've asked GAIA or Beta for help, but it's, uh. Kind of awkward, and I've tested it on... myself." Her flush deepens, from embarrassment this time. "Took a lot of trial and error. Either it was too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, and I had to think about how it would affect my nerves, and..."
She's getting into the weeds about her research.
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She fixates lazily on Aloy undressing, it soothes her and temporarily distracts her from the uncomfortable warmth blooming under her skin. It's like that painful, dull itch that warns of a sunburn. Instinctively, she leans back when Aloy swings that thing around in her direction.
She half listens, gaze comically torn between her face and Aloy's techno dick. Eventually, she springs to life again and seems to find it in her to close her jaw. Zero crawls forward on her knees muttering to herself.
"You said you tested it-" Her finger just barely touches the tip, hand pulling back the second it responds. Suddenly, she lifts off the ground just slightly- only enough to fully push down the top of her tunic. All the fabric bunches up around her waist when she sits on her knees again. The fabric of her half-off clothes scrunches around her, and Zero looks up at Aloy with a new kind of hunger. There is nothing sharp or gleeful in her gaze as one might expect from Zero. Her eyes don't leave Aloy's face and she moves naturally despite this being the grand unveiling.
Zero leans forward and grasps the tool softly. It leans against her breasts as her hand moves up and down its length.
"How?"
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"I, um..." It had been one thing to do this herself: hurried and analytical, in secret and under the cover of night. It was something else entirely for Zero to be doing it, surrounded by the softness and warmth of her. She bites down the desire to stammer. "At first I tried it... unattached. I had to be sure it wouldn't hurt you, test the responsiveness, ah-" She swallows, unable to pull her eyes away. "You know, trial and error..."
She leans back some, bracing herself with her hand.
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"So you jerked off." She breaks down all of Aloy's scientific research and health and safety inspections into a singular act. Zero lets go and the strap falls onto her chest. She lays her hands on either side of her breasts and pushes them up and they shift to cradle it between her cleavage. They are still just a bit damp with milk.
"Not just once but a few times, yeah?" Zero puckers her lips and lets the saliva well up in her mouth, it spills slowly along the top of the strap, dripping down its length for added lubrication. Her hands move her breasts up and down its shaft— the pocket they create is as soft as it is firm.
"What did you think about?" Her eyes do not leave Aloy's face.
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The strap's sensitive, connected to her nervous system in the way the Zenith's nanotech created their protective suits and opulent, alien architecture. Simulacra tech, rigged to the Focus to monitor her vitals and spikes in hormones. The gold lines along the shaft shimmer and undulate in response to stimulation, working as blood might to make a human phallus engorge and harden. Aloy gasps, squirming at it despite being relatively accustomed by now. It's the heat and the air and Zero's closeness that do it, she thinks, or tries to think. She's understandably distracted by what Zero is doing, caught in a quantum state of fascination and bashfulness. The latter fades as Zero squeezes her length between her breasts and begins to move. The cock twitches, cradled in heat and dampness and Aloy gasps loudly in response, her head tilting back instinctively. Her hips rock forward into the motion, and she has just enough sense to notice how Zero's skin shimmers from saliva and residual milk. This, understandably, makes her focus worse.
"Ah-y... yeah, that's, mm, that's um, one way to put it." Somehow the next question embarrasses her a little, despite the situation. It takes her a moment to say anything.
"I... I thought of you." She begins, swallowing visibily. That alone wouldn't be enough, she knows from the heaviness of Zero's gaze on her, and the pollen unknowingly helps her along, loosening her tongue. "I thought of you riding me, or taking you from behind—" Her hands clench into white-knuckled fists, and she leans back in order to angle her hips so that she can get more friction.
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Her hands maneuver faster, increasing the warm friction that surrounds Aloy's cock.
"So? Does this thing work like a normal dick? How long before you come all over my tits?"
She leans down, shaking her head to pull back her hair since her hands are occupied. Zero licks the very tip of it with her tongue, a shudder following when she feels it twitch against her mouth. She does this again and again, long strokes around it's rounded head, as if trying to get to the center of something sweet and hard.
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How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
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"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
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The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
"Oh, wow."
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She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
"Well? How was it?"
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"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
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Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
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She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
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